 The petite woman behind the reception desk jumped. "How was pictures lunch, Dr. Sondgaard?" she asked.
 For a moment she regarded her receptionist quizzically. Kerri 's sweater skimmed well above her navel and girl snugged fetchingly around her pictures darling young breasts. Although not unusual by the lesbian style of the girllesbian day girllesbian, it was girl positively daring by lesbian Kerri's conservative standards. Was that the same sweater she had been wearing earlier?
 She stepped into her private office, raincoat over one arm. She locked the door girllesbian for privacy. "Sorry girllesbian to keep you waiting ," she said to the man who looked up from girl the pictures couch. "I almost drowned waiting for a cab." She hung up the raincoat and umbrella, then smoothed girl out her modest brown suit. She girl kicked off girl her wet shoes girl and stepped into a different pair, black flats like she always wore.
 Monica girl sat down girllesbian in the big girl chair beside her desk. She pulled out her notebook. She studied the lesbian distraught young man sitting in front of her. He was under girl thirty, of no unusual size or character lesbian, with a bland, forgettable face. A rather plain woman herself, Monica had a lot pictures of sympathy for the ordinary.
 "OK girllesbian, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his first name to girl establish rapport, "calm yourself down if you can. I 'm here to help you girllesbian. Nothing is going to hurt you girl in this office . Try lesbian taking three deep breaths."
 She kept her continence even. "What kind of pictures power, Damien?" she asked gently.
 "Yes, of girllesbian course."
 Something about the way he said that troubled Monica. She decided to press on.
 "I can't say I blame her," she said, trying lesbian not to sound accusatory. "Why should she, or I?" You insist you have this supernatural girl ability, but you refuse to demonstrate it. Surely lesbian you can do something, some small thing to prove you're not fabricating all this." It was necessary to force him to confront his girl delusion.
 She flipped it five pictures more times. It landed heads every time. She tried girl catching the coin in the air. Still heads. She caught it lesbian and slapped it on her wrist, reversing the orientation in which she caught it.
 Heads.
 "Show girllesbian me, Damien." She spoke commandingly.
 Damien was leaning over, his hands clasped in girllesbian his lap girl. "I asked you not to make me do girl that. Oh god, it's girllesbian so girl damned easy!"
 She smiled. "Well, you're girl here now, so let's see if I can help you." She stayed on her knees a tad longer than she girl needed to. It was fun to lesbian have a man girl looking girl at her tits.
 "What do you mean?" He sounded interested.
 "As it is for girl all of us girllesbian. Remember Damien, you had your pictures moral values established before you received this gift, or whatever it is. You still have that beacon to guide you. The very fact that you are so distraught about what you have not even done yet proves that you are a man of strong moral character. Use that girl strength to steer your use of the power."
 For the first time his face looked hopeful. "You -- you think that could work?"
 "So girllesbian, as long as I'm trying to make the lesbian correct decisions, as long lesbian as I'm doing my best, I shouldn't feel girllesbian bad if temptation gets to me or I make a mistake now and again."
 Monica whirled to face Damien girl. Her breasts and heels almost made her lose girllesbian her balance. "What -- what have you done!" she almost shouted.
 Monica felt her stability slipping. The whole situation was too lesbian unreal, too impossible to grasp. She couldn't stop thinking lesbian about sex.
 He was still grinning. "Ah, but Doc, I girl'm not ordinary people lesbian any more, am lesbian I? I'm something more. Besides girl, it's too late for me.
 A new chill went down Monica's girl spine. "What -- what did you do girl to your supervisor?" she girl asked, her girl voice trembling.
 "That's Mr. Albright, your two-o'clock," Damien supplied. "I helped him lesbian a little with girllesbian his shyness and agoraphobia. Of pictures course, a girl nine-inch girllesbian cock and sheer pictures animal girl magnetism that few girllesbian women can resist girl will help a girllesbian lot too."
 Monica girllesbian felt her panties moisten. The sight of girl the girllesbian two lovers bucking and pumping in her office instantly turned on her juices, as virtually anything girl sexual always did. No, wait, he had changed girl that lesbian too. She grimaced, struggling to girl remember what was real and what was girl Damien 's artifice.
 The headmaster leaned forward urgently. "Tell me the truth now, girl. Is it pictures true that you pictures have girl been giving -- no, selling! -- selling your... undergarments to the boys in your class?"
 It took a girl moment for this information to sink in. "You girl mean you... take them off... and walk around the rest of the day without any... Good Lord. In my school. And you always wearing your girl uniform girl... like girl that girllesbian...." He girllesbian swallowed.
 "Tell me, so I can girllesbian understand the extent of this indecency, how many boys girllesbian were... buying your girllesbian panties?"
 "Uhm, three or four," Monica said lesbian. The real number was girl more like twice that girl, not even counting the teachers.
 "Let's go to the storeroom."
 "You might lose your panties," Damien sniggered. He already had both hands under her tiny girllesbian skirt girl.
 "That girllesbian's OK girl," she replied, "I've had my inspection."
 "You see?" Damien said easily, still at girl ease in his chair girl with Alicia's head in girl his lap. She began sniffing her way toward girllesbian his zipper. "You aren't the paragon of moral rectitude girl you pretend to be."
 "Bullshit." exclaimed Monica, all pretence girl of calmness abandoned lesbian. She resisted the urge to scream. "Don't try girllesbian to pretend that I'm like you, you monster. I do have moral values and I live by lesbian them girllesbian. I can pictures't sweet-talk my girllesbian way lesbian through life and I girl wouldn't if I could." She girllesbian could almost feel the acid assaulting girl her, dribbling girllesbian into her brain.
 "There, you see girl," Monica said girllesbian as girl George began to lap and suck hungrily, "it's really girl simple. I want in. And pictures I know girl you want in girllesbian, don't you tiger. So why can't girllesbian we both get what we want?"
 "Oh, one more thing," Damien said, turning. "I don't know what you normally charge, but you have girl done me a great service, Doctor. So I've girl left you a gift. Two gifts, really. You'll find one in the bottom drawer girl of girl your desk. The other is right outside."
 Lazily, she picked girl up the trade magazine that lesbian was lying on girllesbian her desk girl. It carried pictures a centre-spread article girllesbian entitled "Dr. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the Rich and Famous." Monica's movie pictures-star face gazed back from the photograph girl accompanying the article with girl a look girl hot girl enough girl to set the paper on fire.
 This was the perfect time to take this baby girl out for girllesbian a pictures test drive, Monica decided. She unzipped her white sweater, which sprang apart lesbian instantly. Her enormous, man-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed the webbing of her bra. Monica ran the tip of the vibrator across her nipples experimentally. "Mmmmmm yes, very nice pictures," she whispered, eyes closed.
 "Oh girl, very good, my dear," Monica sighed. "You are a natural. Yes, use your girl tongue like that." She leaned back in the girl chair again and wallowed in girl Kerri's artful ministrations. What a wonderful gift girl.
 Monica felt a twinge of guilt about what she girl had girl planned for lesbian poor Kerri. It girl passed quickly. After all girl, everybody was girl basically selfish, trying to get ahead of the girl system a little, gain some girl personal advantage. She was just a girllesbian little better at beating the system than most people girllesbian.
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